A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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dosti ka wishwaas

prrem or tyaag ke dhage se juda hota hai,

ek vishwas dosti kaa!

duniyan ke sabhi

The Feeling Of Emptiness

I look into a broken mirror,

I seek to see why I am still living.

when I look aro

tum or hum ajnabi ek raho pe

एक अजनबी तुम एक अजनबी हम अनजानी राहों

ZINDGI KYA EK KITAAB HAI

क्या जिंदगी सच में किताब है

 

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Anjane me jinhe hum chahte the

Hamne bhi kuch khab dekhe the

Anjane me kisi ko apna banaya tha

Wo mile is kadar

BHOOL MAT JANA

Kabhi kisi se ho larna,

To mujhe Disturb Mat karna,

Kisi shadi Mein Jana ho,

Life in a Love
Escape me?
Never—
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world cont

Just Want A Happy Life

I live with depravity,

Pressure like gravity.

Why can't they just see

I w

Just Who You Are Its Important

You've got quite an easy style

with a tender heart to match,

and how you'd wear a

BHUL KAR BHI TUJHE NA BHULE

Tujhe Bhool Kar Bhi Na Bhool  

Payenge HumBas Yahi Ek Wada Nibha